CASSANDRA WILLIAMS
The hospital called because my mother had a relapse, but she is stable now. I am sitting on her bedside, holding her hand as I watch her struggle to talk to me. My tears cannot stop sprinting out of my eyes. I am so scared and don’t know what to do to help my mother.
“Promise me that you will pursue your career as a dentist. You are a graduate and own a whole dental surgery degree, so why sit on it? You won’t have to work at Lucas’s company as a receptionist to earn quick money to take care of me. It is time to face reality now. I am leaving this world soon, and I need you to be prepared,”
“No, mommy... let’s find you a better specialist. I know they are out there somewhere,” I cry out.
“No, honey. I am tired of all this pain. All the chemotherapy and scrubbing a
